Candy Girl

As she puts the glass back on the bar and looks at me she says, You lost something.   I do not know why or how you lost it, but you  lost your real power  that you pretend   you do not possess.  Your  hiding from your self, but you know you lost your balls.  She nonchalantly calls to  the bartender who is very familiar with her to give her another Gin and club soda.  She turns towards me again powerfully.  Now such as in such moments , it is as if she is channeling while seeing through me and into the concealed forgotten chambers of the depths of my soul. Now she has a hold of  a deep subline hidden corner of my soul, of a mysterious bardo depths of such consequence.  Her words sing of truth,  gliding they   carry such profound weight though  her character  can seem questionable at times.  I  am stunned,numbed  and arrested by the unknown source of the certain truths  she knows of me , I  am  thoroughly convinced for certain that my  entire life is being altered by the  conveyances of her utterances.    I feel exposed, ashamed, yet sense that she deeply and truly  adores me.